Chapter 65 Kneeling "Who told you to kneel before me? Get up!"...
For a moment, no one spoke; the world was so quiet that even the sound of the wind rustling through the withered grass could be heard clearly.
After a long silence, Mu Meng finally found her voice, but with a hint of confusion: "My father is a demon. He could actually be a demon?"
Her long, curled eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she still couldn't come to her senses. Frowning, she murmured, "But I don't have a heart of stone, and neither does my sister... Why is this? Does this mean that neither my sister nor I are Father's biological children...?"
Feng Xixue said softly, "No, you should be his biological child."
He glanced at Mu Meng, and seeing that her expression was relatively stable, he explained, "Although I have always lived in the desolate borderlands, I have some understanding of the outside world. Back then, it was widely rumored in the Six Realms that the Heavenly Emperor had taken a new wife, whom he doted on, and who had given birth to two daughters for him. You must know that the Demon Clan's heartless and ruthless members are absolutely unable to bear marrying, having children, and spending the rest of their lives with another person if they do not love them. Therefore, your father's heart should have already grown into a perfect flesh heart."
Mu Meng slowly bit her lower lip.
Therefore, her father was a member of the Celestial Clan. Later, he also used that cruel and bloody method to change his heart and become a demon. However, he eventually became obsessed with love and also became a demon with a heart of stone and flesh.
But then… Mu Meng asked in a low voice, “Then…am I a member of the Celestial Race or a member of the Demon Race?”
Feng Xixue paused for a moment when asked this question, and finally sighed and shook his head. "Actually, I can't say for sure whether we, people with hearts of stone and flesh, can still be considered demons. Strictly speaking, we shouldn't be considered any race. We are just monsters with few of our kind and no roots or feet."
Mu Meng chuckled, "Then what am I? A little monster born of a great monster?"
Feng Xixue frowned slightly, looking at Mu Meng with some disapproval, "Don't think like that. Your father is a hybrid demon who became a demon later in life, and he originally had his own clan. Moreover, his heart is no different from that of a normal person. Since he was once a member of the Celestial Clan, then his children will be normal, ordinary members of the Celestial Clan."
Mu Meng listened to his words without any reaction. She stared blankly for a while, then gave a slightly bitter smile: "Why didn't you tell me these things before?"
Feng Xixue said, "Why should I tell you all this?"
He shook his head. "You're a smart man. You should understand. If you were me, would you still say these things?"
yes.
Feng Xixue was incredibly perceptive; he knew so much, yet he didn't mention a single word about it to her.
He knew her father was a demon.
He also knew that Mu Qingheng had been wronged.
He could even guess that Mu Qingheng was a hybrid demon who had activated the Rebirth Array.
Their hearts are tormented by love, they rejoice in their lover's joy and suffer from their lover's pain.
He remained completely silent about all of this.
I vaguely remember him standing before me, dressed in black with snow-white hair, speaking sparingly: "Before Mu Qingheng died, he entrusted me to guard you for three hundred years in exchange for the whereabouts of the person I have been searching for."
Then he said nothing more.
Perhaps his idea was right. If it were him, he wouldn't mention these things to anyone either—because Mu Qingheng was already dead, and her father was still her father, the revered emperor of a clan.
Her life was still new and bright, and knowing these things only cast a shadow over it, nothing more.
Mu Meng's hand was clenched tightly in his sleeve for a long time, until his fingertips felt a tingling numbness.
She silently gazed at the desolate and uninhabited Tiancang Realm, surrounded by mountains. The place where she stood was on high ground, and for a moment, she felt as if she were on a bottomless cliff.
But looking down, you can still see the bare foot of the mountain, and vaguely make out the overgrown weeds—this place is definitely different from Endless Cliff.
Staring for too long, Mu Meng felt a stinging pain in her eyes, but her eyes remained dry. She heard herself mutter to herself, "So... is Mu Qingheng seeking revenge?"
Is that so?
If it were her, what would she do?
His own father was murdered, his throne was seized by another, and even his appearance and name were no longer his. All his relatives and subjects were blindfolded, bowing to their enemy and praising his merits.
What would that feel like? It would feel like the whole world had turned its back on you.
If she were that child from back then, what would she do?
Looking at the turmoil in Mu Meng's eyes, Feng Xixue sighed in response to her question, "Perhaps."
Mu Meng turned and walked back.
"Mu Meng—" Feng Xixue frowned and called out to her, "What do you want to do?"
Mu Meng waved his hand: "I'm fine, and I won't do anything so soon. Don't worry, I'm not an impulsive person, and these things are not trivial matters."
"Having suddenly learned all this, I need to find a quiet place to think it over."
Now that things have come to this, she wouldn't impulsively confront her father or do anything outrageous just because she learned of this. To put it coldly, even if she did, what would she gain? Mu Qingheng was already dead; besides making her father suffer even more public condemnation, it wouldn't bring anything else.
But then again, now that we know these things, it would be too cold-hearted to simply ignore them as if we had only heard a story and then laughed it off.
But only a few hours have passed since then, and she hasn't been able to figure out what to do next in this mess. She can only take care of the things in front of her first.
Mu Meng turned around and looked at Feng Xixue seriously: "I originally wanted to kill Lou Qingshuang and make her pay for what she did, but now the father and daughter are important witnesses, so I can't kill them for the time being. Although I haven't figured out how to handle this matter, I want to spare their lives for now. However, Lou Qingshuang plucked Miss Yu Sheng's Si'an flower, which means that the flowering period is only one year, so we can't let her go so easily."
“I plan to strip her of her spiritual power as punishment. Without it, she will be unable to commit evil deeds. Moreover, judging from her character, this should be considered a severe punishment. What do you think?”
Although Feng Xixue was not a member of the Celestial Clan, he was even more disciplined than Mu Meng and did not want to commit a capital offense easily, so he had no objections: "I have no objection, so we will do as you say."
...
Inside the room, Lou Qingshuang and her father sat side by side, both keeping their heads down and remaining silent.
They didn't seem to want to run away or resist; on the contrary, they were very obedient. Sheng Yuanting looked at them for a while, then turned his head slightly to look at Zhe Qing.
Having not had a chance to speak until now, he finally had the opportunity to speak. He stepped forward and gave a deep bow with utmost sincerity: "I was caught off guard earlier and had no chance to thank you for saving my life. I have no other skills, but if you ever need my help in the future, please do not hesitate to ask. I will go through fire and water for you without hesitation."
Zhe Qing glanced at him, shook her head slightly, and reached out to support Sheng Yuanting's wrist, not even letting him finish the bow. She said gently, "No need for formalities. It's just a small matter, nothing to be grateful for. General, you don't need to take it to heart."
He downplayed it, clearly not taking the life-saving grace to heart, and telling Sheng Yuanting not to worry too much.
Not only that, he paused, and even looked at Sheng Yuanting with a slightly apologetic gaze, "Moreover, I acted rashly just now, and tried to break the barrier without knowing its function, causing the general to suffer a minor injury. It was my fault, and I hope the general will not blame me."
His tone was apologetic, and every word he spoke was sincere. Sheng Yuanting was even stunned for a moment in disbelief: "What did you say?"
He was always loyal and upright, and faced with his benefactor's humility, he naturally became stubborn, saying, "Young master, what are you saying? You saved my life today, and I only suffered some minor injuries. How can you apologize to me? Such a great favor, if you just let it go so easily, how can I feel at ease?"
Zhe Qing shook her head and said softly, "It's what I should do."
Just as Sheng Yuanting was about to speak again, Mu Meng pushed the door open and came in.
As soon as Mu Meng entered, she heard Zhe Qing finish speaking—was this what he should do? What was he supposed to do? She glanced at them: "What's wrong? What are you doing?"
Sheng Yuanting smiled slightly and said with some helplessness, "I want to thank Young Master Zheqing for his kindness, but Young Master Zheqing is so humble that I feel ashamed."
So that's what I was supposed to do.
Mu Meng felt a mix of amusement and helplessness. She should have thought of this earlier. Zhe Qing always downplayed the good deeds he did.
She was used to his attitude. Not long ago, he single-handedly saved the entire Yunze region and was seriously injured while saving his brother Jiuyan, but he didn't care about it. He wouldn't care about what happened today either.
If Brother Sheng were to show too much gratitude and insist on repaying it, it would only make Zhe Qing feel awkward. Thinking this, Mu Meng advised, "Brother Sheng, just keep this kindness in your heart. If you talk about it too much, it will only make Young Master Zhe Qing feel embarrassed. Don't worry, if there is an opportunity in the future and Young Master Zhe Qing encounters any difficulties, I will let him know so he can ask you for help."
Saying it that way should make them both feel better.
Sure enough, Sheng Yuanting smiled and nodded: "Then it's settled."
Mu Meng smiled, took two steps forward, stood next to Sheng Yuanting, and said in a low voice, "Brother Sheng, I still have some things to take care of and will be leaving soon, but I will need your help here."
Sheng Yuanting's brows furrowed, and he immediately replied earnestly, "Your Highness, please give your orders."
"I will need to trouble Brother Sheng to keep an eye on Lou Qingshuang and her father. Please send some Heavenly Soldiers from your command to guard this place. I will come back to deal with them personally once I have decided how to handle them."
As Mu Meng spoke, he glanced at Lou Qingshuang and her father, "Lou Qingshuang ran away and stole something in the Ghost Realm. This item is related to a person's life, so her crime is not small. I will take back her spiritual power in a moment so that she can no longer use her power to do evil. However, she stole the spiritual medicine for her father. This Mr. Lou does look to be in very poor health. I ask Brother Sheng to keep an eye on him and, if necessary, ask the Immortal Physician to treat him."
Sheng Yuanting understood Mu Meng's reason for making this arrangement, and did not say much, but simply bowed and said: "Please rest assured, Your Highness, I will arrange everything properly and there will be absolutely no mistakes."
Mu Meng naturally trusted Sheng Yuanting. She nodded and then gave a faint, bitter smile: "There's one more thing... Brother Sheng, please don't tell anyone about everything you heard today."
"Of course, I know that." Sheng Yuanting's expression didn't change much, but his gaze softened. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped, seemingly wanting to offer some words of comfort.
But perhaps feeling that words were too inadequate in the face of such a matter, they ultimately said nothing.
After Mu Meng finished explaining everything and dealing with Lou Qingshuang, she left the room. Zhe Qing, who had been silent all along, followed her out.
Although he didn't speak, his deep, beautiful eyes were subtly fixed on her. Mu Meng knew perfectly well that while he might think he was hiding it well, she wasn't oblivious.
Mu Meng thought he was going to say something, but after waiting for a while, there was still silence. After thinking for a moment, he turned his head first and said, "Zhe Qing, I'm sorry you had to hear these secrets of the Celestial Clan today."
Zhe Qing moved her lips slightly, shook her head slowly, and said in a gentle voice, "Your Highness, please rest assured, I will treat these things as mere whispers and will never mention them to anyone."
She was quite at ease about this. She felt she already understood Zhe Qing's character to some extent—if he were the kind of person who would spread these secrets everywhere, she wouldn't trust him so much, and she even threw away half of the Red Heart Pill to save him.
Mu Meng smiled and raised her long eyebrows: "Of course I know."
This was her worry, and she didn't want to burden others with it. Besides, the other person was of noble character and probably wouldn't be interested in such mundane matters. Thinking this, Mu Meng changed the subject and asked with a smile, "Zhe Qing, how did you end up in Tian Cang Realm? This is the only place of exile for our Celestial Clan. Only members of the Celestial Clan can enter."
She had always wanted to ask this question, not because she suspected him of anything. How could she not recognize someone as outstanding as Zhe Qing if they were from the same clan? She was just curious about how he got in.
But Zhe Qing seemed startled, her body stiffening for a moment. She explained somewhat flusteredly, "Your Highness, I am not a member of the Celestial Clan. Just now at the entrance, I... I used some tricks... to deceive the guards and get in."
As he spoke, his face turned pale, and the next moment he knelt down on one knee without saying a word. "I have trespassed into the private territory of the Heavenly Clan and broken the rules of the Heavenly Clan. Please punish me, Your Highness."
Hey, who is this person?
Mu Meng was dumbfounded and utterly helpless. Had she been questioning him? Why did he kneel down before her without a word? Regardless of what he was doing here, the fact that he had just saved Sheng Yuanting's life meant that his trespassing wasn't a bad thing in her eyes.
She was unaware of the power of that barrier. If Lou Qingshuang's plan had been correct, and she had rushed up to save Brother Sheng, her current situation would be far worse.
A strange feeling welled up inside her. Mu Meng didn't know what that churning sensation was, but she just felt unwell. She looked at Zhe Qing kneeling on one knee and even got a little angry: "Who told you to kneel before me? Get up!"
The tone was far from friendly. Seeing that Mu Meng was a little angry, Zhe Qing didn't dare to act immediately. She even raised her head and looked at her cautiously.
Mu Meng was even more furious. He bent down, grabbed Zhe Qing's wrist, and pulled him up.
She was still angry, and afraid that her tone would be harsh if she opened her mouth, Mu Meng calmed herself down first.
I really don't know what to say about him. Zheqing is a wandering knight who has killed countless villains and saved countless lives. Not to mention those, just consider the time he saved Ze'er in the Northern Frontier, his righteous deeds in Yunze Realm before, and today—how many of the people he has saved are her inseparable relatives?
She should be able to thank him with full prostrations for all the kindness he has shown her, so why is he completely oblivious to it and even kneeling before her for such a trivial matter?
Let alone the small exile zone of Tiancang Realm, even if he swaggered into the Nine Heavens Gate of the Celestial Clan, he would only be treated as an honored guest. Would anyone dare to rebuke him?
Mu Meng remained silent, while Zhe Qing felt even more apprehensive, though she dared not show it, only lowering her voice to say, "Your Highness..."
"Stop calling me 'Princess,' I've told you many times to call me Mengmeng," Mu Meng said, not wanting to let him off the hook after seeing his pitiful state any longer. This time, she narrowed her eyes and said in an unyielding tone:
"Now, at this moment, call out to me. If you don't, I will be very angry and never speak to you again."
Look how frightened he is, like a child who has done something wrong, his lips trembling with anxiety, and it took him a long time to manage to utter two syllables:
"……misty."
Mu Meng was slightly taken aback—this "Mengmeng" sound quietly landed in her heart through her eardrums, seemingly evoking a very strange feeling.
To be honest, Zhe Qing's voice wasn't particularly pleasant; it was always slightly hoarse, like a broken, rusty iron sword in the winter night. But for some reason, his muffled voice sounded exceptionally gentle and tender, as if it contained so much—so much that she couldn't quite put her finger on.
Many people call her Mengmeng, but his way of calling her is quite different.
For a moment, Mu Meng's heart skipped a beat. She cleared her throat and touched the tip of her nose, trying to hide her unease.
But just as she put her hand to her nose, before a slight smile could even appear on her lips, she heard Zhe Qing say cautiously, "Your Highness, I've already called you, please don't be angry anymore."
...
very good.
She refused to believe that she couldn't get rid of his bad habit today!
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